When an artist looks a picture n keeps painting
Only d thught to match it, keeps haunting
Let he concentrate, on d art he creates
Instead of d fact whtr it imitates
When a poet watches d sceenary
Thughts wander in his memory
Instead of thughts that suppress
He shuld enjoy d words he can express
If beauty of life is affected by comparision
Then its nt d beauty, but illusion
So dnt let d thughts drown u
Thughts r meant to lift u
Wen Thughts can give u d guts to imagine
Then they are assets u need to preserve within
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